⁴¹ While the Pharisees were gathered together, Jesus asked them, ⁴² “What do you think about the Messiah? Whose son is he?”

“The son of David,” they replied.

⁴³ He said to them, “How is it then that David, speaking by the Spirit, calls him ‘Lord’? For he says,

⁴⁴ “‘The Lord said to my Lord:
“Sit at my right hand
until I put your enemies
under your feet.”’

⁴⁵ If then David calls him ‘Lord,’ how can he be his son?” ⁴⁶ No one could say a word in reply, and from that day on no one dared to ask him any more questions.

Dear God, I wonder how long Jesus had been waiting to ask them this question. I’m sure it was one that he wrestled with privately as he came to terms with His identity and whose son He was. After all, His blood lineage to David was through His step-father, Joseph, meaning His real blood lineage to David was through you.

It is hard to imagine what it would have been like for Jesus as He grew up and came into His own. I wonder how much of Him needed to hear your audible words at His baptism. I wonder how much He needed to visit with you, Moses, and Elijah at the Transfiguration. Were there things that confused Him? Were there times when He needed a little direction?

Father, I know there are times when I face a fork in the road and need some direction from you. Sometimes I feel your direction through intuition. Sometimes I hear your still, small voice. And sometimes I can’t hear or feel you at all and I go the wrong way. I simply pray that you will understand that my heart is to serve you and keep me from doing anything that will stray beyond your plan for me.